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meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got bo, duke and daisy goin´ to
go see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixin´ over them cars...
i don´t need a glock cause i´m not a hard rock
got bitches on my jock, like new kids on the block
i can´t lose like parker lewis, i´m undefeated
step into my sector, homeboy, you´ll get greeted
by the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
i had a few drinks already, don´t make me cock it
cause if i have to cock it, well then it´s gettin´ shot
and if it´s gettin´ shot, well, yo, you´re gettin´ bucked down
i don´t fuck around, i ain´t got time for punks
but i got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
stunts gather round, check out the sound
and let´s get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
stinky, junky, let´s bump uglies in the nighttime
between the sheets
cause i rock fly rhymes over funky beats
the celtic ruin, the legion of doom
now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
now gimme some room, and i´ll explode
cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
so hit the road, jack, and don´t come back no more
or i´ll be moppin´ up the floor with your crew of soft core
punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
on stage, i get wrecked and i collect my riches
i get the funky style, and like gomer pile
you´ll be ´surprise surprise surprise!´ as i
rise to the top, fuck a punk cop
i´m always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
so you better quit, zit
i came to rip shit
blastin´ with the soul assassins
askin´ the question, teachin´ the lesson
bringin´ the west coast back to the east coast
where it all started, what´re you, retarded
you´re startin´ to trip from that jheri curl drip
soakin´ in your brain, the house of pain
is causin´ pain, and feelin´ pain
so feel it
chorus
just feel it
feel it
just feel it
c´mon, y´all, feel it
back to the rhyme, i´m always on time
a lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
i rock the old school style and it´s futile
to step up, cause you´ll get swept up
like dust, or i just might bust and unload my clip
unless you´re a punk, then i´ll just pop you in the lip
and show you the deal, now how did that feel
you know i´m killin´ any pig that squeals
i´m fillin´ up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
and i´ve got a subsciption to high times
son dooby´s in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the track
my dj lethal, he´s on the cut
when i bust a dope rhyme, it´s like bustin´ a nut
so let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
when i drink a brew it´s either guinness or mickeys
i´ll put your head out just like a fuckin´ malboro
don´t fuck with me, punk, you know that i´m thorough
bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
feedin´ you beats, straight off the streets
so catch me catch me, if you can
you know i´m the man like chewbacca knows han
solo, bolos are what i´ll be throwin´
when i be flowin´, i get the job done
cause i´m number one, the prodigal son
i left and i came back, but not with the same rap
and not with the same style, i´m known to get buckwild
the luck of the irish spreads like a virus
so feel it